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Saturday, August 18, 2007



inspiration doesn't struck me as well in blogger as it used to when i was using at livejournal.

here's a kudos to inspiration. i think i write way better at LJ.



An exact replica of her other days.The same old routine for years.The sky just awoke to the warmth of the sun.It was time for her morning stroll.

Hurt by the yesterdays.She was reluctant to leave her sobs behind. Held by routine, She allowed the sunlight to touch her skin .

It was the norm to pass by the rows of houses and witness the awakening of the summer . For every step she took, yesterdays flashed repeatedly in her mind .

Would she allow tears to fall ? She set aside the thought and made a turn . Towards an abandoned house she walked , absolutely oblivious that she was doing so .

Her memories left her as she approached the porch of the house . Amused by her sillyness, she smiled . As she stepped to move away, something held her back .

It wasn't anyone . It wasn't anything. It was a feeling . A feeling that someone or something was calling out for her . She glanced at the house .

A stoned path caught her attention right away . It was leading to the backyard . She hesitated not a moment and made her way ..



( actually, i wanted to write something mushy, but i keep thinking of ending it in a horrific way . goodness, should be aidah's influence ! )

boring .. im falling asleep . LOL. it's for you to finish up. im just lazy to think . writer's block . inspiration.. come back to me and never leave me pls ?


love,
me

- this is not even the beginning , just so you know .